WHAT'S GOING ON?
Sometimes I just can't stop rolling my eyes.
Interview went okay. Not my best, not my worst. They have to bring me back, again, to meet with the managing partner and a young woman partner (I think they’re trying to use her to show me I can have a family and work there, as she was named partner the year she gave birth to her first kid. Listen guys, that’s all well and cool, but the fact that that is an anomaly and something to “show off” doesn’t exactly assuage my work-life balance fears).
I’m trying to do more yoga because my upper body strength (or anything other than my legs, actually) is non-existent.
I know I’m supposed to like it, but I hate that stupid shaking, wiggly, didn’t know I had these muscles feeling.
I lived on these books when I was in Junior High.
I think Witch was my favorite, but I remember liking all of these a lot.
Monster was meh. I remember it being meh.
I loved Road to Nowhere, Last Act, Remember Me and that one down in the bottom left corner which I can’t remember the name of but remember the cover. God those books were so trashy but amazing. Was Christopher Pike a real person or some sort of think tank/computer program who wrote gory books for teens.
I have very vivid memories of reading a Christopher Pike book where a girl gets knocked up and goes to get an abortion, and as a result the world ends and the only people left are 5 people she went to high school with. And then they all die. And it was because some other girl lit herself on fire when she was pregnant? It was never really explained. BUT it was amazing.
Moe’s for dinner! SO EXCITED.
My examiner from the character and fitness committee called me!
I was so excited because I’ve been harboring this anxiety that I’ve done something really fucked up in my life and I’ve just blacked it out and it’s going to surface during this process and the committee is going to accuse me of lack of candor. I fully admit I’m insane.
Anyway he said he could tell that I’m “very into disclosing everything” which is good, except I’m also an idiot and sort of messed up a document.
Lawyering!
I really want to close my door, hide underneath my desk, and have no one remember I even work here until sometime next month.
My inappropriate work crush has got to let up.
Making this for dinner. Super excited. http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/21/health/nutrition/cabbage-onion-and-sweet-pepper-tart-recipes-for-health.html?ref=recipesforhealth
I have that terrible anxious but I’m not sure what I’m anxious about feeling.
Also I’m accidentally showing about 100000 times more cleav than intended. I must have been drunk when I bought this shirt (and got dressed this morning?)